Blind In The Whip Wind
Five poems By Adam Day
Adam lives in a neighbourhood adjacent to that of the late Breonna Taylor in Louisville, KY, and these poems are concerned with the intersection of social justice and Buddhism. Adam is the author of Left-Handed Wolf (LSU Press, 2020), and of Model of a City in Civil War (Sarabande Books), and the recipient of a Poetry Society of America Chapbook Fellowship for Badger, Apocrypha, and of a PEN Award. They are also editor of the forthcoming anthology, Divine Orphans of the Poetic Project, from 1913 Press, and thier work has appeared in the Poetry New Zealand, Sweet Mammalian, American Poetry Review, Takahē, Turbine, Kenyon Review, and elsewhere.
Sleeping on Meserole
out in the rain. Ground
talks. Different time
experience. Shake
the gutter and pull
a dollar out. Kids watching,
torching boredom.
May Be Humans
Blue chests’ nighttime
shapeshift; enact
purpose activity
in pursuit of itself,
and not the hosts
of all will be well.
A body sounds
like the thing
next to you
with one eye.
The Highest Branch
Loggerhead shrike
out on cash bail, clenching
the grocery gutter.
EBT Enfamil to get to
what is left, for now. Chest
of breath and swell;
grind time and song.
Sleepless Ears
Smallest world
wrapped around
sea urchin. Woman
of changed mind
perhaps sitting,
reading the mouths
of standing officers.
Hard Loved
Sometimes people. Trying
this tired morning
burning like grass
anywhere, casually.
The rest of death
so long great care.
Stars. Earth’s poles.